Текст песни Тарас Григорович Шевченко - В казематі

IN THE CASE

I dedicate to my allies

Remember, my brothers ...
May those famously not return,
How pretty you are and me
They peered out from behind the bars.
And, probably, thought when
For quiet advice, for conversation,
When we meet again
On this impoverished land?
Never, brothers, never
We don't drink from the Dnieper together!
Let's break up, let's spread
In the steppes, in the woods his misfortune,
Let's believe in freedom a little more,
And then we will start living
Between people as people.
And while it will be,
Love, my brothers,
You love Ukraine
And for her, untalented,
Pray to the Lord.
And forget it, friends,
And don't curse.
And I was in captivity in February
Remember sometimes.

I don't care if I will
I live in Ukraine or not.
Will anyone remember or forget
Me in the snow abroad -
The same for me.
In captivity he grew up among strangers
And, not mourning his,
I will die in captivity, crying.
And I'll take everything with me,
I will not leave a small trace
In our glorious Ukraine,
On our - not their land.
And the father and the son will not remember,
He will not say to his son: - Pray,
Pray, son, for Ukraine
He was tortured once. -
I don't care if it will
That son to pray or not ...
And I don't care,
How evil people are in Ukraine
They will fall asleep, cunning, and on fire
She, robbed, will be aroused ...
Oh, not the same to me.

N. KOSTOMAROV

The sun was happily hiding
In the cheerful spring clouds.
The guests are chained
They drank hearty tea
And temporary changed,
Blue uniforms temporary.
And to the door, locked,
And to the lattice on the window
I'm a little used to me
Unfortunately it was a long time ago,
Long buried, forgotten,
My bloody heavy tears.
And a lot of them spilled
In vain field. At least the route,
And then nothing came of it!
And I remembered my village.
Who was I there when I left?
Both father and mother in the homeland ...
And pity the heart hardened,
What can anyone remember me!
I look - your, my brother, mother,
Blacker than black earth,
It goes, as if removed from the cross ...
I pray! Lord, I pray!
I will not stop praising you!
What I will not share with anyone
My prison, my shackles!

Cherry orchard near the house,
The beetles are buzzing over the cherries.
Plowmen with plows go,
Singing, walking, girls,
And mothers are waiting for dinner.
Family dinner near the house,
The evening star rises.
Daughter serves dinner,
And the mother wants to teach
So the nightingale does not give.
She put her mother around the house
Their little children,
She fell asleep next to them.
Everything calmed down, only the girls
But the nightingale did not calm down.

In captivity it is difficult, though free,
To tell the truth, it was not.
But still somehow lived.
Although on someone else's, but on the field ...
Now the evil fate,
As God, we had to wait.
And I'm waiting for her, and I look,
I curse my foolish mind,
What fools fooled,
He will drown his will in a puddle.
Cold heart, as I recall,
What will not be buried in Ukraine,
That I will not live in Ukraine,
He loves people and the Lord.